The battlefield was chaos incarnate—godly curses colliding with foxfire, poison mist tangling with fragments of unraveling reality, the Void Emperor's furious cursor slashing through dimensions like a corrupted blade. The noise alone could have shattered lesser beings, a cacophony of divine fury and collapsing physics that made the very air tremble.
And in the eye of the storm, Luo Feng hesitated.
Not from fear. Not from weakness.
But because the choice before him—the final, terrible command waiting at his fingertips—would rewrite existence itself.
Li Qing saw it before anyone else. Saw the way his hands hovered over the console of creation, the way his Eclipse Core pulsed with too much power and too little certainty. Saw the Death Queen already moving to interfere, her lips parting with some no-doubt-poisonous encouragement. Saw the Fox Spirit's tails flicker with barely restrained chaos, ready to push him toward whatever decision made for the best story.
And so—
She did what she had always done.
She took control.
The frost began at her fingertips, but this was no ordinary ice. It was something deeper, something older—the crystallization of time's river into a single, perfect stillness. It spread across the battlefield in fractal patterns, freezing not just matter, but the flow of moments themselves.
The effect was instantaneous.
The Death Queen froze mid-step, her pout immortalized in crystalline perfection. The Fox Spirit's smirk suspended between mischief and mayhem. The Void Emperor's cursor halted mid-deletion command, trembling with impotent rage.
Even the newborn star from Xiao Jiuying's kiss hung motionless in the air, its light trapped in diamond stillness.
And in the center of it all, Li Qing met Luo Feng's gaze.
"Think," she said, her voice the only sound in all of frozen creation.
Then she collapsed.
The price was immediate—her power, her frost, everything that made her the Ice Phoenix bleeding out into the stillness she'd created. But the look on her face as she fell wasn't pain.
It was satisfaction.
Because for once, just this once, the Death Queen hadn't gotten the last word.
And Luo Feng?
He had exactly fifty-nine seconds left to rewrite the universe.
END OF CHAPTER 93